I am high in place with Raa Kook, than whom none is higher, not even Abba Taak, who is highest over the priest.
No man dare lift hand or weapon to me.

I am taboo--sacred as the sacred canoe-house under the floor of which repose the bones of heaven alone knows how many previous kings of Raa Kook's line.
I know all about how I happened to be wrecked and be there alone of all my ship's company--it was a great drowning and a great wind; but I do not moon over the catastrophe.

When I think back at all, rather do I think far back to my childhood at the skirts of my milk-skinned, flaxen-haired, buxom English mother.

It is a tiny village of a dozen straw-thatched cottages in which I lived.

I hear again blackbirds and thrushes in the hedges, and see again bluebells spilling out from the oak woods and over the velvet turf like a creaming of blue water.